Possessed in "The World Is Already Under Hypnosis" (10)
Honestly, even now, I sometimes think back to that time. If only I hadn't run into Kang Ji-hyo and Leina on that subway... A problem that could've been solved so easily got twisted into this tangled mess. I resent whatever goddess is out there spinning fate's threads. If I'd just ridden the subway to my neighborhood, found my house—maybe I could've reunited with my family. Met my mom.
Even though this is supposed to be a world from a novel, the realism is so high it's indistinguishable from reality. That's why I keep thinking Paradise City must exist somewhere for real, and I'm not some possessed character from a book—I just moved to a different city. The more I dwell on it, the more I regret not escaping this place on the first day. It wasn't even a tough mission. Just hop on the subway and sit tight. Then I never would've crossed paths with the monster Kim Hoyoung.
——Not that it matters now, since I'm crammed in his room, hugged tight like a fucking sex doll while he sleeps.
"Mmnya... mmnya..."
This bastard sleeps like a rock. Meanwhile, I'm losing my mind from insomnia.
The digital clock reads 04:44 AM. Past four in the morning. He dragged me here around ten last night with that "sleep in my room" line, so I've been wide awake for over six hours straight.
"Haa...♡ Haa...♡ How the hell am I supposed to sleep like this? At least give me my own pillow and blanket, you asshole..."
Kim Hoyoung wasn't cuddling me like a human—he had me pinned like a goddamn body pillow. He flopped down without a care in the world and passed out instantly. Infuriating. And I couldn't drift off because the bastard's only wearing a running shirt, one arm slung over me, shoving my face right into his armpit. The thick, bushy hair tickles my nose tip. Breathing's a chore. But forget breathing—the smell.
"Sniff sniff♡ Sniff sniff♡ Sniff sniff♡ This fucking prick♡ Why does his armpit smell so goddamn good? This bastard for real. Ah, fuck... seriously... why the hell am I getting turned on by a guy's armpit scent?!"
The scent was intoxicating. At first, I thought he'd doused himself in cologne, but no. Nothing store-bought could pull this off. It's not the kind of aroma money can buy. Just sniffing it sends my head floating on clouds, my hand slipping into my panties on autopilot. I've been edging myself for a solid six hours because of this jerk.
"Fuck... fingering my pussy's got this addictive pull like jerking off. Something about it... no post-nut clarity? I can just keep going forever, and it feels so good...♡ My libido won't quit, fuck♡"
Obviously, back when I was a guy (mentally still am), I'd jerk off to porn a few times a week. Three times average? I'd psych myself up like "two rounds tonight," but after one, the emptiness hits, and I'd kill the video right away. That post-nut haze everyone talks about. Guys' libidos crash after blowing a load. Never lasted over thirty minutes.
Until now.
"Ah, pussy...♡ Girl pussy, fuck...♡ Feels even better than jerking off? Ah... clit circles♡ Mmm...♡ Ssssh♡ Sniffing his armpit while I swirl♡"
But girls don't get that post-squirt crash. The urge to keep rubbing lingers. What the hell is this? Women's bodies are a scam. I savor the knockout Kim Hoyoung's armpit scent, twirling my clit. Felt amazing, but something was missing.
"Feels way better when Kim Hoyoung does it. Why isn't it hitting the same?"
Back then, I squirted so much I nearly dehydrated. That peak pleasure haunts me. Solo play's like child's play compared to his touch. Think Michelin three-star spaghetti versus convenience store retort pouch slop.
"Is it his technique? Why can't I match it?"
Curiosity soured into frustration.
"You useless cunt! Make me feel it more! Fuck. Something's lacking. No way I can sleep like this!"
I cursed my pussy for not delivering, and somehow pulled an all-nighter. Fuck, I'm exhausted. Need to plot my escape, but no sleep means foggy brain and drained stamina. Tough to bail today. Guess tomorrow it is.
"—Son~ Breakfast time."
"Ack."
"Oh, Seungyeon, you're already up? Or... not?"
The door flies open. Kim Hea-e pops in to wake her son. I was mid-fingering, so I slam my eyes shut, yank my hand from my panties, and fake sleep.
"Hmm. You were masturbating."
"N-No? I was sleeping."
"No need to lie. I get it—we're both women."
I'm not, though. I'm a guy inside. ...Okay, fine, I was masturbating.
"Bet you didn't sleep a wink jerking off to Hoyoung's armpit scent."
"......"
Spot on. As expected from Kim Hoyoung's mom—the world's first hypnosis victim. Sharp insight.
"Son. Time for breakfast. Son~"
Kim Hea-e kneels politely, calling him in that tender voice. Why kneel to wake your own kid? Just shake him. But she won't dare touch him roughly, just coos softly. I butt in.
"Why not just shake him awake? He's out cold."
"Shake him? How could a mother like me presume to jostle my heavenly son? You don't think I'm some clueless mom-zombie, do you?"
Did "clueless" secretly change meaning?
"I know how to wake my son properly."
Kim Hea-e climbs onto the bed, flips back the covers. Kim Hoyoung's pants are tented. Morning wood—standard guy stuff. His is just freakishly huge.
"Handling morning erections is a mother's duty. Mmph. Slurrrp."
She sweeps her hair behind her ear and starts blowing him. Tongue swirling the head slow, then swallowing that monster shaft whole—godlike skill. Licking every inch. Tongue, teeth, lips, even her throat in play. Learned a new truth: real head uses everything.
...Not that I need to learn this shit.
"Mm..."
"Slurrrrrrrp. Ah, awake, son? Mom was doing your morning blowjob."
"Who said you could?"
"...Huh?"
She forces a casual smile, but a cold sweat bead rolls down her cheek. Caught off guard by his icy tone.
"From now on, Seungyeon handles morning wood. No complaints?"
"Right, of course. Sorry for overstepping without asking, son. No complaints at all. Everyone knows a mother blindly obeys her son, right? I'd never question your decisions. Sorry for butting in. I'll vanish now. Hehe..."
Whoa... that groveling laugh. A hot milf like her, groveling and reading the room in front of a guy. Rare sight. She's pissed—glared at me behind his back on her way out. But no guts to defy him head-on. Like an underling matching the boss's menu order. A mom flattering her son... My relationship with my own mom's solid, but her sucking up? Unimaginable.
"Yaaawn~~ Sleep well, Han Seungyeon?"
"Uh, yeah... sorta."
"Couldn't sleep, huh."
"New bed and all."
"Get used to it. You're bunking with me for a while."
"What? No way. Why me? What's the point of keeping me in your room?"
"'Cause you're cute."
"The fuck?"
"Wanna watch your slutty side corrupt up close. So do as I say."
"Ugh!"
What was that? A sparkly zap in my brain. Like my mind's being scrubbed by someone else. A thousand worms crawling through my skull? Creepy as hell.
"Sleep in my room every night from now on. That's an order. Got it?"
"...Y-Yeah, got it."
Not "got it"—it's obvious, right? Why's he phrasing it like that? Sleeping in Kim Hoyoung's room is totally normal. No need for orders. He didn't have to make it sound so grandiose.
"You'll obey my orders, right?"
"Orders? You love playing the tough guy, huh? Even without that, where else would I crash? Say it nice for once."
"But I have to say 'order' explicitly for the hypnosis to stick."
"What bullshit? So saying it now means I'm hypnotized or whatever?"
"Yep."
"Huh?"
What the hell's this guy on about? Hypnotized? Me?
"One more order. Like I told Mom, you handle morning wood."
"Ugh!"
Brain whirl again. Second time... kinda feels good?
"You'll do it, right?"
"Of cooourse~~"
Everything about Kim Hoyoung grates. Orders? Your morning wood's my job anyway. I'd handle it regardless. Common sense. He'll spout more hypnosis crap, but I'm fine. Maybe 'cause I'm not a local—real-world soul in a book—so his hypnosis bounces off. Proof? I just blew him till his dick went soft. Nothing weird happened.